Back in the room, Mo Shouchen sat on the bed and wrapped himself tightly with the quilt. He had no intention of lamenting the tragic death of Fatty No. 5 because the hour hand had already pointed to twelve o'clock. He didn't know if he would be the one tonight.
victim.
Time passed minute by minute, Mo Shouchen listened carefully to the movement outside the door, but there was no sound at all, as if he was the only one living in the whole villa.
Suddenly, the chandelier above the head flashed a few times, and then went out completely. Only the night light at the bathroom door was on in the room. Through the gauze curtains around the bed, one could vaguely see the situation outside.
It can't be so unlucky!
Mo Shouchen prayed in his heart that there was something wrong with the chandelier, but when he saw the swivel chair in front of the desk slowly turning with a creaking sound, as if someone was sitting on it, he was completely desperate.
It turns out that I have really become the target of the undead tonight.
The swivel chair swayed again after turning around, as if the person sitting on it had stood up. Then, Mo Shouchen saw a vague figure appearing outside the gauze curtain, and walking over little by little.
"Shua"!
A head suddenly slipped in from the gap in the gauze curtain at the end of the bed. This head had no hair or eyebrows, and it was unclear whether it was a boy or a girl. It could be seen from its expression that it was smiling, but its smile was really exaggerated by him.
Just like the expressions in funny cartoons.
It's such a funny expression, but it looks a hundred times more terrifying than the bloody and ferocious grimace.
Mo Shouchen was so frightened that he tried to hide behind him, but with the bedside behind him, he had nowhere to hide.
The face did not rush in all at once, but slowly moved downward along the gap in the gauze curtain, and finally disappeared at the end of the bed.
This kind of plot seems to often appear in horror movies. Generally, the character will lower his head to see if the thing is hidden under the bed, and then directly receive the lunch box.
Mo Shouchen didn't want to do that. Even if he died, he would die on the bed with dignity.
He wrapped his body tightly with the quilt and waited for death to come, but the face seemed to have completely disappeared and never appeared.
What are you doing!
Mo Shouchen began to become manic. The torture of waiting for death was more terrifying than death itself.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a bit heavy in his chest. He slowly opened the quilt and was horrified to find that the face was lying on his chest, with two eyeballs protruding outwards, staring straight at him.
"You found me!"
The face still maintained a weird smile when it spoke, and its tone was also chilling, and then it pounced over.
"Bang!"
Mo Shouchen only felt a wave of air explode in front of him, and then the room became quiet again.
What kind of trick are you playing again? Can't you give me a good time?
His eyes opened slightly, only to find that the face had disappeared again.
Under the quilt? On top of your head? Or under the bed?
Mo Shouchen guessed where the ghost face would appear next, but time passed by and nothing happened.
ten minutes.
twenty minutes.
Half an hour.
It wasn't until a full hour passed that Mo Shouchen realized that he was probably being protected by an exorcist.
It is no exaggeration to say that he now has the urge to hug the exorcist and kiss him crazily, even if the other person is a man. It is not because of his sexual orientation. The feeling of escaping from death is really something that ordinary people cannot understand.
Mo Shouchen didn't move at all for an hour. After confirming that he was safe, he suddenly collapsed on the bed, and the quilt under him was soaked with sweat.
When he calmed down a little, he leaned on the bed and opened the black book. The fear value on it rose to 1063 points. In other words, the fear value just obtained in the room had exceeded 100 points.
The total fear value obtained in the script was even higher. It seemed that the grimace really frightened him greatly.
The fear value now exceeds 1,000 points, and you can draw a lottery. When Mo Shouchen came here, he bought a blood collection pen for measuring blood sugar. He couldn't bear to bite his finger every time he drew the lottery, because it was too painful.
It hurts.
Drop the blood on the lottery wheel. This time, the blood drops stop on the inventory.
[Extraction item: Ability copy card]
[Effect: A one-time item that can copy a certain ability of a plot character onto a card. The card will disappear after using the ability]
[Remarks: A small pink card with no photo or phone number on it, and it will not be slipped under the crack of your door]
Can you copy the abilities of plot characters?
Su Ya is not under Mo Shouchen's control at all, and her appearance depends entirely on her mood, so she can't count on it at the critical moment. However, with this card, one of Su Ya's abilities can be copied.
It's a pity that this ability copy card can only be used once, and Su Ya's two abilities seem to be of little use to this script, so Mo Shouchen decided to keep it until needed.
After putting the card away, Mo Shouchen shook his head, trying to wake himself up, because there was still something very important waiting for him to do.
The identity he drew was that of a spiritualist, and he wanted to confirm whether the fat man No. 5 who was eliminated yesterday was actually an undead.
The method of summoning spirits is very simple. Turn on the TV and tune to a specific channel. The white snowflakes on the screen will flash for a while, and then the picture of Fat Man No. 5 will appear.
I saw Fatty No. 5 standing in the middle of the screen, his eyes dull, and the pointed chair leg stuck in his mouth, which looked quite scary.
Mo Shouchen shivered, and he quickly asked the TV: "No. 5, are you an undead?"
The person in the picture seemed to have heard the question. He slowly raised his head and said something vaguely. After listening to it several times, Mo Shouchen finally figured out that what he said was "I am not an undead".
It seems that the fat man No. 5 was wrongly accused, but this does not prove that the long-haired girl No. 4 is an undead. After all, there was no information on the first day, so the alarm ringing before midnight can easily mislead everyone.
From this we can also draw a conclusion, that is, cherish life and stay away from mobile games.
After knowing the answer, Mo Shouchen wanted to use the remote control to turn off the TV, but there was no response after pressing it several times. At this time, the eyes of Fatty No. 5 in the picture began to become angry, and his expression became more and more ferocious, as if it might happen at any time.
It's like rushing out of the TV.
Mo Shouchen quickly ran to the TV and tried to unplug it, but he was horrified to find that the TV's plug was not plugged in at all.
At this moment, Fatty No. 5 in the picture suddenly shouted: "None of you can survive! You are all going to die! You are all going to die!"
Then, he bumped towards the TV screen...
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